The news broke and
The world was
no longer a host.

The night began to beam
And the morning
Shrouded in veil

Source: Rebel Politik

With every drop of blood.
The Jehlum turned crimson
As I could speak
of valor
The trees began
To rumble

Remains of
A blazen Chinar,
Torn motherland!
Everyone is dead, Waleed
There is none to wail
Or to shed a tear
The graves have swallowed
All of us
One by one

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